PART 1
"chachu be fast, am sure today I will be late because of you... And dekhna my new teacher wil push me out of the class" exclaimed seven year old mansi as she held her drawing book in one hand and with her other hand pulled her chachu outside.
"coming baba, just two minutes, let me talk with your dad for two minutes baby" replied her chachu picking her in his arms as he made his way to his brother's room. "bhai I had completed the project you gave me last week... bas some changes reh gye hai and then you can finalize it" he said to his brother dev who was busy going through some project.
Dev singh khurana is the eldest son as well as the heir of Khurana Empire. A man who loves work more than his family probably, his days would be busy in meetings and night would go by planning about new plans to make his company the best in its field. Still after being so lost in his work, he would ensure to keep track about his family and their well being. He is the best husband, best father as well as the best son for his parents.
After bidding bye to her father, mansi somehow pulled her chachu to drive her to drawing class. The class was arranged in a park especially today, as the weather was awesome and mansi's drawing teacher was interested to sketch nature today.
Before going to the place where all the children were gathered, mansi gave her chachu a sloppy kiss on his cheek and ran away. Her chachu stood there for some time to keep a watch on her and then went away. But before he could move away from the park, his ears got alerted hearing a loud musical laugh.
He immediately turned around only to see a woman's back. She was wearing a simple maroon kurti, and a white flowy long skirt. Her open hair danced with the fats wind that was blowing in that awesome weather, most of the times hiding her face to him. But still he could see the glimpse of her face, that white milky skin that he could bet would be softest than the rose petal, or those diamond danglers, which moved every time she turned her face in side to look at some children. She was holding a sketch book and was sketching some drawing, probably teaching kids how to draw the nature.
A small smile formed on his lips too as he shook his head moving his hand in his hair, realizing he wasn't even able to move his eyes from her face, when he hadn't even seen her completely. He would have probably stayed at the same place for hours, if it wasn't the ringing of his cell.
"ha dadima I dropped mansi on time, you don't worry" he said as he again glanced at mansi who was sitting now beside that girl as the girl held mansi's small hand helping her in sketching. "maan bte your bro had asked you to be here, kuch kaam tha unhe. Aap jaldii ayiyega" "jii dadi" maan said as he settled in his car.
Maan singh khurana, chote nawab of the vast empire of khurana construction, is a 26 year old, still naughty like a kid, a handsome and smart man. His looks are not less than that of Greek god, and his body is the one to die for. Girls swoon over his single looks, and he just loved their attention. He just loved his dadi and his niece mansi the most, they are his sweethearts. Helping his brother in business and completing his masters from Delhi University, he is as much a truthful and honest person to his family, as much he is a prankster and heartthrob in college.
After two hours he again came back to pick up his niece, his eyes wandering around to catch a look for the woman he saw earlier in the day, mansi's new teacher. But to his bad luck, he couldn't see her and had to go away with a foul mood.
Next day he again reached at the park with mansi towing with him, this time a little early to catch a good look at the woman, this time a full look. And it seemed his god accepted his wish when he again saw her sitting at the same place, helping some kid with some drawing.
If earlier she looked beautiful to him, now she looked nothing less than angel, dressed in another blue kurti and white long skirt. His eyes were fixed on her beautiful face, her face was chiselled with such fine lines, each enhancing her features to a superior level. She had a nice body, neither too slim, nor fat, just perfect that suited her chubby face. But what caught his concentration were her kohl smudged eyes that sparkled every time she laughed... it felt as if god has blessed her with all the happiness of life.
He didn't realized he was rooted at his place until he felt soft pulls and that broke his reverie. He looked down to see his princess pulling him with her small hands... "chachu jaldii karo... I will show you my geet maam who taught me drawing yesterday".
"geet" he whispered and smiled, "umm so geet naam hai aapka... bilkul perfect rakha hai jsine bhi socha" he thought in mind and smiled at his thought. Mansi pulled maan with her to introduce him to her new teacher.
Geet raised her head when she felt someone standing in front of her and saw a handsome man in front of her. She had seen lots of handsome men in the city like Delhi since childhood, but first time she laid her eyes on someone she could say "beautiful". The guy looked smart in his white shirt which had first three buttons opened up to show his shaven chest, and his biceps that bulged from his shirt, telling how much build up he is.
Maan could clearly see the appreciation in her eyes with the way she was ogling at him. But then mansi brought her back on the earth as she said, "ye geet didi hai." Geet got embarrassed realizing she was looking at someone's father like that and smiled awkwardly and said, "aap mansi ke father hai??"
Maan immediately got shocked hearing her address him as mansi's father and looked down at year himself wondering did he look like a father off a 7 year old... god he is still 26. He immediately refuted her and said, umm no, am her chachu, Maan singh Khurana"
Geet looked at him embarrassed and smiled awkwardly greeting him. "wo am sorry, I just thought... waise mansi has a nice drawing skill. She really sketches quite well at such young age" maan nodded and then wondered what to say now. If he would have been college, he would have probably started flirting with her, but she was his niece's teacher. He just couldn't do that with her... atleast now, he added in his mind, realizing letting go isn't an easy option.
Finally after an uncomfortable silence he went away, but his eyes were still fixed on her as he moved away. Geet sat in her place feeling his gaze still on her. The way he looked at her weren't the one that makes you uncomfortable, but the one that makes you feel ticklish in your stomach. She held her skirt in her fist to control these tingling feelings, knowing she was just imagining things, after her she wasn't the one who has the right to dream and think about these feelings.
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